• Well,  month is almost over and with December beginning tomorrow, I realised that the year is soon coming to an end. Every year I say that the year has gone by faster than it did last year and wonder what I have done all year long .

    • Did I achieve any of my goals ? 
    • Did I have any goals to begin with ?

    Time is really of the essence a it is something that goes by really fast or can stretch to endless moments of ennui. It is essential that we don’t waste it.

    I normally don’t share forwards but this video share on my school Whatsapp group deserves to be shared . Thanks dear classmate for this timeless message . 

      
    Time is precious . Let’s not waste a single moment. At least not next year! 

    What are your feelings as the year is drawing to a close? 

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    Linking this with Write Tribe  #MondayMusings 

  • I actually came upon a blogpost by Richa in the general timeline of Write Tribe’s Facebook and was intrigued by the Title – Rules of Engagement. 

    What are the Rules and what is the Engagement? 

    The art of war (which I assume the word engagement refers to) is like a dance between two warriors or warring armies – one step forward and two steps back, a side  step a turn and forward with a flourish. Unlike a dance, however, wars aren’t joyous events and are precipitated by conflict. 

    And in conflict each side has a point they want to win by hook or by crook so are there really any Rules of Engagement? Do wars begin at day break to bugle calls or drum beats ?  Does the fighting stop at night fall to begin again the next day?  Do people only fight with bearers of arms ? Do armies respect those caught as prisoners respecting their right to the warrior’s code? 

    The Rules of Engagement have changed to urban warfare when battles are fought in streets and homes. When children and innocent in armed people are caught in the line of fire. When prisoners of war are treated with contempt and disdain. 

    When all that matters is victory at all costs , the Rules of Engagement don’t matter at all. 

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    Writing prompts are a great way to get those creative juices going; reminding me of a subject I loved in school – Composition–  an amazing word to describe the creative use of words and far more evocative than the staid Essay Writing , which to me is evocative of serious thought that prods the mind and stimulates discussion. 

    I used to look forward to our weekly Composition that we had to turn in every Monday morning  ( one in English and one in Hindi) that would be returned to us by the end of day with teacher’s comments and corrections. 

    Today’s prompt of a memorable gift took me back to that schoolgirl memory of Compositions and Essays and of course , my most memorable gift

    Like many people,I’ve been blessed with gifts- for my birthday, to commemorate certain events and of course just like that. I’ve been given gifts that are expensive , others not so but more valuable because of the sentiment of the giver, gifts that are given by people who mean something to me and some by strangers I encountered in business meetings or just people who stopped by.

    One such gift that stands out in my memory is the KOH Crystal Nail File which was gifted to me many, many years ago. I am not the mani-pedi type of person and if I did bother with grooming , it was largely home done with inputs from more fashionable and worldly wise aunties and friends . I was always fascinated by ladies who had long , well painted nails that were filed to perfection and admired the way these ladies used their Emory boards to smooth away the rough edges. But eager though I am to try out new things, was hesitant to approach a nail file so when I got the KOH, I didn’t really know what to do but look at it with reverence and awe. Why would a woman who didn’t know me at all gift me such a thing? It looked expensive and useful but what if I wasn’t the kind of lady who files her nails? That was a pretty big risk she was taking!

    Well, like a gracious recipient of a gift, I camouflaged my surprise to one of glee and made the appropriate oohs and aahs so that the gift giver gave her husband a triumphant “See I told you she’d like it” kind of look that  showed she had put a lot of thought into what gift do you give to someone who you don’t know. 

    Since that day I must say, I do occasionally file my nails and remember with fondness the lady’s explanation ” I really didn’t know what you’d like but thought that this would surprise you if nothing else!” 

    I’m posting this on #WYHO

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